Her Mysterious Death

Her death was due to mysterious circumstances and I was assigned to the case. They gave me the direction to the scene of the crime but this place was some how fimiliar. When I got there I found out it was the circus where the young women had died. Her name was Lily, she was 23. She was an aerial silk girl. From what her co-worjers say she was very popular and was one of the main atraction of the show. What mite of cause her death then? I ask the co-workers if she ever had any enimies or x-boyfriends that mite of wanted to harm her. They said she was pretty quiete and kept most things to her self. No one from work really knew her. I meet this one girl they say it was her compation, her name is Vicky. I went to talk to the girl but it seemed as if she was expecting me.
“Hello I think your that privite investagetor that’s on the case of Lily’s misterious death?”
“Yes, that’s me do you remember what you did the night of her death?”
“Yeah, I was waiting in my room behind the curtins waiting for my moment. Like always she was there also getting ready. I had told to let me the opening act I had my friend who had comed from England to come see me. Of course she refused since i’m a biginer. So we had the show like always I left but she stayed behind with old man Mr. Smith.”
“Who’s Mr. Smith?”
“That’s the man that does the marionette show for the kids. Lily had thing for the gothic looking one which creap me out, she would talk to it and it was like if the could actually hear her but the thing is just a piece of wood with some clothes on in.You should go talk to him he was the most devasted.”
“Thank you for your time.”
As I walk tours the back of the circus I found an old man talkinf and pacing as if he was nurves. I didn’t see anyone next to him so I didn’t know who he was talking to.
“Ser are you Mr.Smith?”
“Yes why Yes I am. What can I do for you?”
“I am a dective I’m the case of Lily’s death. Was she close to you?”
“My beautiful young Lily, she was palended she had everyhting the looks the body. Poor little Scott her is the one that miss her the most. She would talk to him, she never spoke to any of the other young girls she was a special one I tell you.”
He pause and points to the doll.
“This is Scott he’s one of the marianettes I use for my show, boy did she love this doll to the end. I remember the night of her deafth she talked to him like almost every night right before she would do her show.”
He graped the marianette and made him say hello to me by making him shake his hand. When I looked at him it was like if his eyes were tring to tell me something. He had strange look in his eyes.
“Mr. Smith why is he dressed like that?”
“He’s dress as a gothic kid that rode’s the streets by himself. Lily loved him sinceshe had seen him the first day when I started working here.”
I take a look at the doll and its as if his hands were pointing at the man. I didn’t want to say anything because then the man would think I was crazy. I my self felt acward in that situasation and headed home. I looked up the circus and found some background informaiton. The circus has been here for more than 10 years but what would lead to the deafth of one of there own star’s. I went to bed and called it a day.
I woke up at 1:30 a.m. My dream was weird I couldn’t believe what I saw. In my dream I was in the circus and the marianette was talking to me. I don’t know it just told me something but I can’t remember what it is now that marianette wants to tell me something. I tried to go back to sleep but I couldn’t. I went to work at 8:30. At work I fouond another case in my desk it was a case not to far way from here. I went to the shop were the body of Jake Coner lays. He was a shop owner that owned a maranette shop. I look at the dolls and they all looked so creapy. One sood out from all of the reast. I picked her up she was a blonde hair marianette that was all dressed in black. I looked at her rist it had the word “Lily-n-Scott.”I went and asked the co-worker of Mr. Coner about the doll and its tatoo. He told me that an old weird man had left it one night in the front door about 5 years ago. He showed me a black and white photograft of two marianette’s and one I clearly knew was Scott. The old man Mr.Smith’s marianette. I couldn’t believe it the marianett like in my dream is trying to tell me something not this again. It’s been 3 years already and I’m not going back to the case that all most cost me my job. I couldn’t believe how it wasn’t that girl Vicky. She seemed so jelous about Lily. But I never found out how it wasn’t her. I almost lost the job to that case. Again I went looking for suspects. Again I went to the old man Mr. Smith. Apperintly it was his neice’s boyfriend. I asked him to see Scott. He told that the marianett was dead. He didn’t have use for it and that the act was old so he had to retire it. I remember seeing blue ink on the blonde doll apperintly he had blue ink on his black jeans. I aksed him how he had gotten that. He told me that it was just a stain. I toke him like I toke the doll as evidence to the crime. The chief didn’t see the connection to this crime. But something told me he had done it. I only needed five minutes with that old man and he would confece.
“So really why did you get ride of Scott that marianette that was your star?”
“I didn’t want to do it.”
“But you did it any way why if your lovely Lily love him why and your neice’s boyfriend why did he die.”
“There are thjings that you don’t know but happen.”
“What are you talking about?”
“Things that you won’t believe happen. That Lily she was special like I told you. Scott wasn’t just a marionette he actually had life. When she talk to him he listen.”
He had a pshico look in his eye’s. I saw him go into this shock mode. He was rocking back and fort. He would look alround. Like if someone was watching every word he was saying.
“Old Mr.Smith I have one last question for you.?”
“Did you kill Lily and Jake?”
“I didn’t want to things just have a weird of happeing does eye he looked at me like he said to do it. He was the one telling me to it I didn’t want to hurt her. Jake, jake knew to mush he was going to become unspot able. I had to it,”
“Why did you kill her?”
“I didn’t want to! The marianette it made me to it. He had that look. He wanted this I didn’t it was him!!”
As I walked out with the case in my hands I felt as if weight was taking of me. I looked back as they arested him and he too had a strage but erie look in his eye’s.